Short Stories (1)

The Window.

Rays of sunlight poured through the window, my eyes lit up in fascination taking in the wonders living beyond the gate. Black and white were hidden from view as colors painted the view outside. It was like looking at an unbelievable moving picture filled with colors. The sky was blue with heavy grey clouds burdened with water waiting to burst, birds flew fighting against the current flow of the wind, cars blurred past as I watched, taking everything in.

Reflecting against the glass was my world, the one painted in black and white. The window was my only hope, anchoring my dreams. My ears perked up at the sound of laughter, my eyes trailed the figures until they landed on the source of the sound; a young girl. The girl was chasing a butterfly, laughing as it fluttered around her, her eyes sparkled with excitement. The girl stood still as the butterfly landed on her nose, both remained still until the girl sneezed. I chuckled as she pouted, waving goodbye to the butterfly.

The butterfly fluttered and soar through the sky, roaming around freely and experiencing the wonders of the world. That day I made a vow to myself, someday like the butterfly, I would see the world beyond the window.